‘What The Hell Was I Thinking?!!’ - Confessions of the World’s Most Controversial Sex Symbol (18 page)

As the summer came toward a close, things weren’t much better at Crème. I was bored, John had me doing the hard core, boy/girl anal scenes, which was my bread and butter as a porn star, but he wanted me to develop an even bitchier attitude as part of my larger public persona as Jasmin. I thought I was already hard core enough, but I suppose I felt motivated to continue to stand out on some level because all around me, Charlie and John were bringing in all these clone chicks who were riding my coattails on the way to the top. The problem was they weren’t stars, and therein only cluttered my movies but made me stand out that much more in another way, so it worked in reverse of what both John and Charlie had been hoping. I think over all, I was just really over the whole thing, and had no enthusiasm for it anymore. I mean how could I? How could I top the gang bang movie? Whenever I bitched about these hack bitches like Kendra Jade sharing my screen time, John would say I was jealous, but I was right: how could he or Charlie focus on me with all these other girls as clients? Moreover, it was an inherent conflict of interest that Charlie was acting both as my manager and employer as part owner of the company because he had no incentive to push for me to get other projects and opportunities outside of the confines of Crème. This meant he couldn’t shop me to Vivid or any competitors because they were
HIS
competitors and that put me at a great disadvantage looking back.

Charlie Fry:
I don’t know if I agree with her depiction of the Jasmin clones. At her peak, Jasmin definitely had imitators. In fact, we had to send a cease-and-desist letter to one club feature dancer who was using Jade St. Claire with a very similar look to Jasmin. It was obvious she was trying to ride off Jasmin’s name — there are a lot out there that were based off of Jasmin’s name and look. My opinion is that once I did go onto the

next girl, Jasmin got jealous because she’d lost the attention and positive male feedback that she craved. Because of her negative self image, which came in her case NOT from the dominant male figure in her life, but the dominant FEMALE figure, being her mother. I think by playing the role I did in making her a star as quickly as I did, she came to rely on that positive male feedback from me, and in general. So part of our fall-out came when I started looking to create the next star, like Kendra Jade, which is how I kept commissions coming in, but she perceived it as something where I lost interest in her and creating situations which kept her at the pinnacle of the porn world. In my defense, she had started getting more heavily involved in wrestling, which was not my forte, and as a result, I think we grew even further apart as her interest in adult film waned. I think its remarkable she kept her brand name alive in other commercial realms, be it wrestling or the music industry, but there wasn’t much more I could do for her after she lost her passion for porn.

Jasmin:
Charlie was just taking complete advantage of me wherever he could at that point — he even tried to get me to do a club date for free that I’d blown off a few months back. It was laughable, but showed how little value he actually put on me. I had July off from shooting any movies, which was a nice break. I’d actually made a couple girlfriends, as I like to joke, one — my friend Dawn, was a co-star, and the other-this gay make-up guy named Sean — was very sweet, he’s so much fun to dress up with and go out. Like he’d come over to my place. He’d come dress me up and do my hair and makeup. And we’d go over to his place, he’d put something on and we’d sneak out and go dancing. It was so much fun. We go to department stores, and it was always a funny experience because we’d go to the makeup counters and fuck with the make-up people working there. He’d like borrow their eye-shadow right there and he’d do my makeup right there. He’s a natural. I was very fortunate to have him — personally and professionally — because he knew hair and makeup. He made some people who really needed it — like Kendra Jade — look great. We went to another dumb convention in Vegas whose name I honestly don’t remember. The most memorable event from that weekend was my breaking my own rule by hooking up for a one-night stand with this hot piece of ass porn star named John Doe, which was not typical of me. He’d come up to me that day during a booth signing and asked me out that night for drinks and I thought he was cute — big, tall guy, really kind of cute. So we went out for drinks, and he was a complete gentleman for a change.

I don’t know if he was just so good that I was on cloud nine, or if the experience just really cleared my head. Once I was back in L.A., one thing I had taken full charge of in my life was getting Keith out of it entirely, only to replace him with a full-fledged male porn star named Earl Slate. I’d met him during the shoot for my August movie
Ridden Hard and Put Away Wet,
which was a one-off I did for Metro. Earl wasn’t a star on that film, but was visiting the Metro set, and we just hit it off immediately. His real name was Anthony Stern. He seemed nice, was in shape, was
COLLEGE-EDUCATED
 — a definite exception to the norm — and seemed like he had it together, too. He was doing another business on the side, some dental thing, and I found it attractive that he had something else going on outside of porn.That was how I thought — to the future — so it was refreshing to find someone else in the same mindset. He was also in some kind of AA-type substance abuse recovery program, which spelled out responsibility to me, so that was a plus too. We started dating in August, and had actually had our first sexual encounter together on a movie, which was tricky, because it’s such a gray area once you begin making it personal. At first, we had that agreement that when it’s off camera it is play, when it on camera it’s work. It’s really hard, because I look back at it and you can’t really. It’s hard to share those emotions with other people. It’s a really fucked up thing to do. I knew it wasn’t it right. Deep down, I fucking knew it wasn’t right. But it was the only one I thought I could deal with by doing that. He was the same way; he didn’t care. Eventually, as I started to fall for him, it would bother me that he was leaving my bed to fuck other women, but I didn’t ever say much about it, but it did bother me. You know, at the time he was the only person I could really go out with, because of what I doing, too. At first, I didn’t feel one way or another about it, and I had gotten busy again — I went back on Springer’s show in September — and between my signings, features, movie shoots, and just living life with him in between all those commitments, there wasn’t time to think about it. I know what I was hoping it would become in time, I was hoping he would grow to care enough about me that it would occur to him on his own to quit. That’s obviously the hope anyone on a human level has about someone they share their life with.

That September, I went to New York to do another appearance on
Howard Stern
, in the process blowing off some high-profile features gig in Spain, which of course, made Charlie livid at me. I was already feeling ill, and he had me booked on a flight with 6 layovers, so I didn’t feel too bad about it ultimately. Charlie really couldn’t say shit to me anyway at that point because he needed me so badly at Crème. I was the company’s only high-profile star, which allowed me to take advantage of loosening the leash with Charlie a little — especially on shit like that. He could yell at me till he was red in the face — like the Satan he was- over the loss of a commission, but he stood to lose a lot more money if I left his movie company, so I had him by the balls on that front. He kept working on my behalf ultimately because he couldn’t afford not to, and that fall, actually did his job for a change and got me something new: a deal with Erostar, a company that did molds of celebrity busts. It was a $10,000 payday for me, so I was excited as ever — until I found out Charlie got $2500 of that money right off the top, prick. When all was said and done I walked away with $5000 after taxes, and for the time it took, that was bullshit money. First, they put this mask of mold solution all over your face and skin — it’s like a free beauty treatment, but it covers my whole face, and I had to sit with it on for hours. They put a tube in my mouth to breathe, and my hair was pulled back in a cap, and my whole body was covered in this shit, my breasts, my vagina, my ass — everything they were molding. The toughest part was my face because you feel like your blacked out, your eyes are closed, but I was so freaked out after a few minutes that I got up and started walking around. One girl had to come and grab me and lead me back to sit down, or I’d have had to do the whole process over again. Anyway, after a while, they cut the mold — which is now a cast formed from an impression off my face — and they do it with this exacto-knife, a little at a time almost surgically. By the time they’d repeated that process in the more private areas of my body I spoke of above, I was embarrassed, and ready to leave. That might sound odd coming from me, but it was really involved — more like a doctor’s appointment than a porn shoot, where the focus isn’t entirely on you. Anyway, when the whole thing was said and done, it was really cool looking but weird, because it felt like real human flesh. That month, Earl and I also made the decision to tell John about our affair which we have been hiding from everyone. He took it okay, and really couldn’t say much at that point. Besides, he was much more focused on shooting the latest addition to my distinguished film library —
Butt Sex
. I had a dancing feature up in Oregon that month and Earl came up to see me, and I could tell he’d been drinking, which I guess looking back I should have seen the beginning of the end, but I was in love with him and wanted it to work. I was tiring of the movies at that point — or their titles at least. Things had just been more stylish and distinguished at Metro — from the titles to the box covers to the film sets to my co-stars. I was just ready for a change I knew wasn’t coming anytime soon.

As October began, Earl and I were spending a lot of time with each other. He felt like the perfect guy. He had no problem with my career and what I was doing. He helped me out with my stuff. He fit the profile of everything I was looking for in a guy. My movie that month was titled
Blow it Out Your Ass
and as over the top as ever in terms of the hard core. I was even bored enough that I suggested this wild idea to John where we could insert this party-popper type thing into my ass. Right into the top of the butt and a cord went around to the front where you would have someone in the back, pumping fluid into it, and a streamer would come out! That’s how out of my mind with boredom I was at that point with the whole thing. I had a bunch of video store signings scheduled that month as well, in Houston, Dallas, and in each of those cities where I did signings I was getting huge draws. I had one in Northern California that was so big someone called the Fire Marshall, so I made a shit-pot of money that month. It was just easy, easy money — I would sign the box for the video, or an 8x10, and the store would pay me a $2000.00-aday rate, before Charlie’s cut of course, but it was still good money. One of my signings that month was with Kendra, who Crème was trying to promote on my coattails. She was nice enough; I just thought she was too much of a clone of me.

Charlie Fry:
Jasmin perceived Jenna as competition — rightfully so — and there was a real genuine tension there, sort of a ‘Don’t Rain on my Parade’ attitude. For instance, in Vegas when Jenna came to Jasmin’s show at the Sahara Hotel, Jasmin basically said, ‘I want her out of here.’ Exercising her power for me to do it, and here I am having an audience of hundreds of people and I’m dependant on her to entertain them, so I said ‘Fine,’ and had her escorted out. Jenna and Jasmin were pretty much equals at the time in terms of their notoriety, and if anything, Jasmin had more — she’d appeared more times on Howard Stern, had more press and brand name recognition. They were definitely not friends behind the scenes.

At the time, this was a show I produced at the Sahara Hotel. Jenna was down the street at another, smaller hotel, and Jasmin’s showroom held around 900 people, and was PACKED, billed as ‘Starring Jasmin St. Claire, Hosted by Ron Jeremy,’ and Jasmin was the main headliner for sure. Jenna’s showroom by contrast held around 300 people and wasn’t full. Ours on the other hand was filled to capacity.

Jasmin:
It’s very true that by this point in my 2 year-old career, Jenna Jameson and I were really locking horns in the porn press — by her instigation at all times. I had climbed from a no-name to the front-page of our industry in so short a time that it was bound to catch eyes, only in Jenna’s case it was more like a jealous stare. Want an example, just look at the Vegas
All Nude Review
show at the Sahara Hotel back in November 1997. I was a star in it, along with Angel Hart & Gina La Marca, who was Penthouse Pet of the Year in 1996, and Ron Jeremy was hosting the with me. I had a billboard with my face on it on the Vegas Strip, and all of this happened to coincide with Howard Stern announcing on air that I had been his highest-rated guest, over and above Jenna or any other adult film star. So she had gotten pissed, showed up drunk, unannounced and uninvited to my revue, and started running her mouth. I hadn’t said a thing to her and my manager quickly shut her up by having her thrown out, but it was still embarrassing, and the adult film press had been there to record the whole event. So later that night I was out at another club, and she must have been stalking me, because she showed up there and began trying to start shit again. When the owner went to throw her out, she even blurted out to him, ‘What, do you think Jasmin has more power than I do?’ Then when he ignored her and again asked her to leave, she said,‘What, you wouldn’t fuck me?’To which he retorted ‘Lady, I wouldn’t fuck you with a dildo.’

Charlie Fry:
I would book her and Ron Jeremy at clubs together, so you had in essence the biggest male and female porn stars of the porn industry, so we’d just pack places with that combo. They worked well together in that regard, and packaging them together was a really big thing at that time.